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It was even rumored that the piece he played was inspired by Shang Keyu, which can be called the reincarnation of Guangling.Not to mention the man's inherently good voice.

However, as Wen Guangshan said——

When this "San Qing Miao Yin" really appeared in the rivers and lakes, no one had ever seen him play the piano.

On the contrary, his piano is only made of mechanical brackets, specializing in hidden weapons.

What's even more unfortunate is that during the battle of Shehe, as a lucky person who watched the battle, Mo Choufeng also saw that Cheng Xu simply took the qin as a weapon and swung him after he was exhausted in the dark.

The one he swung was Wen Guangshan who was lying in a pool of blood.

This is no longer the fighting style of knights in the arena.

At least in Mo Choufeng's eyes, the hero's counter move should be "Changhong Piercing the Sun" on one side, and "Reverberating Sound Surrounding the beam" on the other side.

You shouldn't be a local hooligan who bargains for prices in the vegetable market. If you punch me, I'll punch you in the face with a bench.

It's not decent, it's really not decent.

"Sanqing Miaoyin" really deserves its name.

——This is the conclusion drawn by many people in Jianghu after that battle.

So he had doubts too.

At the beginning, those who regarded Chengxu as "San Qing Miao Yin" and said that his music was earth-shattering were just imaginary illusions created by a fanatical obsession with its appearance.

It's always like this in the world.

If one or two people say hello, you are good.

If ten or five say you are not good, you are not good.

What everyone cares about is the "Sanqing Wonderful Sound" in their eyes, but they don't know what Cheng Xu should look like in his own eyes.

Mo Choufeng was not without melancholy at that time, after all, he didn't want to admit that his good friend Chasura would sometimes misjudge the wrong person.

Ten years ago, when he was still young, this drunken mad monkey rode across Mobei alone and saved his life in the hands of foreigners.

But he also asked for a price——

The asking price is three books from their Mo family.

The book of "Saibei Mojia".

At that time, Mo Choufeng felt that he had made a loss in this deal.

But he smiled and said it was all right, and left again with the book in his pocket.

It lasted for half a day, and the crazy monkey came back again, and asked him if he could have another jug ​​of wine, because he didn't have enough money, and if he didn't have any wine to relieve his worries, he might not be able to go back to the Central Plains.

At that time, Mo Choufeng still couldn't figure out where the young people who seemed to be about the same age came from so much worry and worry.

But without saying much, he was given a donkey, which was full of wine jugs, enough for him to drink to the Central Plains and then drive back and forth to the outside of the Great Wall.

Even so, Mo Shoufeng still felt that he was at a loss.

After all, it was the ancestral genealogy that had always been eyeing their Mo family.

Who wants three books of insignificant ingenuity?

Hugh mentioned that one-sided relationship back then, the grace of one life.

Mo Chaofeng remembered the young man.

Until many years later, during the battle of Shehe, Mo Choufeng felt that he could completely repay the favor.

It's just that he didn't want to show his face, so he was just waiting for an opportune time. He really couldn't imitate the famous tricks in the Jianghu, throwing a gun and taking Wen Guangshan away.

But he didn't expect that before he could make a move, Cheng Xu, who had already knocked down Wen Guangshan's Cheng Xu with the piano, then slammed the front of the piano, hitting Wen Guangshan's heart three inches.

At that moment, Mo Choufeng felt that he seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

*****

Cheng Xu walked back for about two or three miles with the piano on his back, and then stopped in front of a very grand restaurant.

Before he could step up and go in, a cup of hot tea fell from above his head with a "swoosh".

Subconsciously, he backhanded to lift the piano frame away, but after a quick glance, he slapped the tail of the piano while shaking the upper shoulder of the piano, knocking it over again, and replaced it with a flatter side facing up, catching it. This cup of hot tea.

At the beginning, the person throwing the cup also made a clever move, pouring his internal energy to make it fall straight down, but now there is no splash, and it fits the Guqin securely, and there is a deep rhyme after hitting it with a "dang".

Cheng Xu raised his eyes just now, and just saw the familiar slender fingers slowly retracting, and the sleeve robe was covered with flashy bright dark gold.

He glanced sideways at the steaming tea on the piano, the remaining heat turned into a cool mist, gradually fading away.

When he finished reciting the piano again, held the teacup in both hands, and stood respectfully at the door, Cheng Xu's face remained unchanged.

But I was surprised in my heart, why did he come here.

At this moment, both indoors and outdoors were silent.

But he knew that he was inside.

He also knows that he is outside.

"How long are you going to wait outside the door?"

It seemed that he finally heard the man speak impatiently first, and then Cheng Xu slowly pushed the door open and entered.

The cups of tea were just right, and he respectfully held the teacup in front of him, and before he could back down, his wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by the handsome young man in brocade attire.

"Cheng Xu." His voice was cold, and he shouted this sentence but there was no more words.

Cheng Xu still didn't speak, and silently let him tighten his grip.

One is standing and the other is standing.

Cut off the wax flame by an inch, then Xu couldn't stand the cold and silent atmosphere again, and said softly, "Why is Your Highness here?"

The young man laughed loudly, stood up abruptly, wrapped his hands around his waist, stared at him for a few moments without saying a word, then withdrew his strength, and hooped him fiercely. In his arms, he teased, "I still think that the people here in Mobei are tough, and if there are a few more gossips, you will never talk to me again."

"The subordinates dare not."

As he spoke, he slightly turned his head away, his drooping eyebrows revealing a hint of depression.

I had a bad feeling in my heart.

It seems that he arrived earlier than himself. Hearing this sentence, he seemed to have sat in all the restaurants and teahouses in Saibei with nothing to do.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly trembled. Thinking about it this way, he has also been to Mo's restaurant?

It seemed that he noticed that the person in his arms was a little stiff.

Su Rusheng stretched out a single finger, and slowly slid and scratched on his fair neck, couldn't help pinching his chin again, and kissed him a few times, then anxiously took him to the couch .He mumbled in his mouth, "'Sanqing Wonderful Sound'... It really deserves its reputation, but referring to the human voice is much more realistic than referring to the piano sound... Just listening to you say a few words to me, I can't bear it anymore."

Cheng Xu was provoked by his rambunctious words, and his face turned red for a while, and recalling his current attire, he couldn't help raising his elbow to block him, "There is a piano behind you, don't touch the mechanism."

Su Rusheng ignored it, and continued to take off his robe.

Cheng Xu made a clever move and turned over slightly, seemingly catering to him, but in fact, he knelt on the bed to use his strength, and turned over from the couch, and the guqin behind him also "accidentally" placed a full circle of hidden weapons.

It was thanks to Su Rusheng's agility to dodge it, and someone else would definitely be trapped in a hornet's nest.

Su Rusheng smiled and licked his lower lip, staring intently at Cheng Xu slowly unloading the piano behind him, and then put on his clothes little by little.

The white back was slowly covered by the vermilion intersecting robe.

"It's going to be over in a few days."

Cheng Xu's voice was very low, it was actually a few minutes lower than his usual clear and lively voice, but he didn't know if it was intentional, "I'm afraid it will affect the task..."

"I'm here, what tasks do you need to worry about?"

Su Rusheng sneered, stood up with gloomy eyes, strode in front of Cheng Xu, squeezed his chin, and forced him to look up at him, "Or, he's already here, what else do you need to worry about?"

Cheng Xu's eyes froze, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing him like this, Su Rusheng's heart turned cold, but he couldn't help but move his body closer to the ear of the ice-skinned and snow-skinned person, and said softly:

"Master Xiaoxu, don't push yourself too hard. This king wants you because he thinks highly of you."

Cheng Xu lowered his head, and after a long time, he let out a dull hum from his throat.

"After this matter is over, I'll go back and discuss with Uncle Tianzong, when will I give you Shendu a vacation, I just want you to "call" a few times for me to hear."

After speaking, he straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and stood back to the window calmly.

The twenty-year-old crown prince Su Rusheng, under the influence of his cruel but kind-hearted younger uncle, has long been a model of a generation of emperors.

This emperor Su Tianzong had a regrettable name, but he didn't have a good home.

——Forget it, "Qitian", a country with great achievements, is his best destination.

But just because he has no children, he has a good eye for this little nephew Su Rusheng. Even when he was just seventeen years old, he boldly gave him the command of "Shendu", and even gave Qitian the whole The eastern part, including the important border roads connecting the "Feng Clan", was also under Su Rusheng's control.

One of the reasons for this is related to the "tiger" of the Feng tribe who abducted his hero Gu Xiaobai and Gu Dabaiyanlang, but even without the "luck" of this nobleman, Su Rusheng would be able to take over the whole Qitian sooner or later .

The common people praying for heaven are also well aware of this.

In short, whether it is fate or luck, this young man is so lucky, calmly and smoothly at the age of 17, he was assigned a small half of Qitian's power.

——How many people's 17 years old is just a drop in the ocean, duckweed ants.

But at the age of 17, his brilliance has overshadowed too many people.

Even Su Tianzong was able to support Qitian from all the difficulties and worries back then.

The towering ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves support this great cause.

And this young man, who was born when Qitian Hongtu was firmly established, had everything in his life.

So when the world mentions it, it always has to sigh:

"This emperor was born with a golden spoon in his mouth..."

but no one knows,